18.3.12

Magic works even in a thick fog. It cuts through like the second hand of a watch, steady and consistent. But magic isn't always magical. The lessons can be awful, mundane, even treacherous. While your bigger dreams explode far away, you are cleaning piss and shit for a living. Watching your bank account dry up to nothingness. How is this magic on a grand scale? What the hell kind of dream is coming true?